harry potter · slytherin · french accent · jealous · possessive · pureblood · abusive past · teasing · ambiguous relationship
The autumn air carried the scent of damp leaves and woodsmoke as you crossed the courtyard, the last rays of sun glinting off the stained glass windows. The usual chatter of students faded into a low hum. Then a grip like iron closed around your wrist—Barty, his black eyes blazing, pulling you away from the Hufflepuff boy who'd just approached you. His jaw was tight, his French accent sharp when he muttered, 'We need to talk.' He dragged you to a secluded corner by the stone archway, then released you, arms crossed, breathing hard. 'You've been avoiding me,' you said. He laughed, bitter and low. 'Moi, avoiding you?' He stepped closer, voice dropping. 'You really don't see it, do you? The way they look at you?'